juliafresh

She paints a pretty picture
but her story has a twist
her paintbrush is a razor
and her canvas are her wrists
she paints her pretty picture
in a color that's blood red
while using her sharp pain-brush
she ends up finally dead
her pretty pictures fading
quite slowly on her arm
the blood is not racing through her
she can no longer do harm
she painted her pretty picture
but her story had a twist
you see her mind was the razor
and her heart was just her wrist.

myformatnotmyquote

"There are two types of listeners,
the ones who actually care and the ones who are simply curious."




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